The Lie
Disclaimer - I don't own POTC, nor do I own any plots, settings, characters, or events.
In response to a review I got - sorry if you feel that the chapters are too short and I'm stalling. I just don't have enough time to write long chapters! I have field hockey now and I don't get home until late. But to all the people who reviewed, thanks! Your comments are great and I appreciate ones that tell me how to improve. So I'm going to try and make longer chapters! The story get's a little more serious towards the end of this chapter.so the humor get's to recoup for a bit.
Will stared in dismay at the large gathering of recoats standing on the dock. Jack sashayed calmly down the gangplank. Will followed, walking quickly, making sure to keep Elizabeth behind him. His heart was beating so fast he was worried it would explode.
"We need to speak with whoever is in charge." Jack stated. A man in blue stepped forward.
"That would be me. Commodore Robert Thillart. Do your require a private audience?" He asked. Jack grinned.
"But of course. Lead on." They were lead into a small building, occupied by only two soldiers.
"Dismissed, boys." Thillart said quickly. Obediently, the soldiers retired to the streets. The commodore locked the turn and slipped the key into his pocket. As he was turning to face the three again, Jack suddenly snatched up his sword. He began to examine it. Elizabeth watched curiously. Jack shoved the sword to Will.
"What do you think?" He asked. "As an apprentice blacksmith, what do you think of the craftsmanship?" Will raised an eyebrow.
"It's all right." Will said hesitantly, unsurely, wondering what Jack was playing at. The commodore was eyeing the blade as well. Suddenly, Jack pressed the blade flat against the commodore's throat. Thillart shut his eyes and began to breath in shallow gaps.
"What would you do if I decided to kill you?" Jack asked in a rush.
"Most likely be killed." Breathed the commodore. Jack glared at the man. Suddenly, his face broke into a smile and he put the sword in the man's sheath.
"Just wondering." Thillart opened his eyes and gasped. He was white now and rubbing his neck without cause.
"I just need to tell you something about the Commodore. I don't think he'll be returning." Jack stated calmly. Thillart's eyes narrowed.
"What have you done to him?" He asked, his eyes shifting from Jack, to Will, to Elizabeth. "Miss Swann, tell me, what happened?" He asked. Elizabeth smiled graciously.
"I'm sure Captain Sparrow can tell you the story. I'd prefer it, if you will." She said calmly, indicating Jack.
"Yes, Mr. Sparrow, do tell us what happened!" The commodore snapped. Jack's eyes flashed a warning.
"Captain, mate. And don't anger me, Commodore, my young friend over there has rather a fixation with killing those who offend him or his friends." Jack retorted. Will raised his eyes in surprise, then glared at the commodore, trying to make Jack's story plausible.
"Right." Said the commodore uncertainly, looking rather timid and like he'd like very much to evaporate. Jack smiled.
"Back to business. Have you ever been to Tortuga, Commodore Thillart?" He asked jovially. The commodore nodded.
"Once or twice."
"Excellent. Well, Tortuga has some, shady characters on it. Not to mention some entrancing women. And unfortunately, while meeting us there, the commodore found a.let's just say, item of fixation." Jack explained, gesturing all the while.
"He found a woman in Tortuga?!" Gasped Thillart. Jack sighed, looking annoyed.
"Yes, he did. Unfortunately, that woman already, er, belonged to someone. And that someone got extremely jealous, he took out his precious pistol, and then the commodore was no more." Jack finished, taking off his hat and laying it over his heart.
"Where's the body? Surely you brought the body with you." Thillart snapped. Jack paused, and leaned forward.
"I didn't want ta' mention this to ya', but the man fed the body to his dogs. Black hearted man, he was." The commodore looked startled. Then his eyes narrowed.
"Why don't I believe you?" He snapped. Jack raised an eyebrow, then laughed.
"For one thing, there is no evidence to persuade you. For another thing, I'm a pirate. And you don't either know, nor trust pirates. Because you can't count on a pirate for honesty, only dishonesty. But if the pirate knew that you knew he was dishonest, than maybe he would be honest with you to prove you wrong, so that you'd guess wrong at his actions when you think he's dishonest!" Jack stated quickly, all in a rush. Thillart now looked extremely confused. He stared off into space for a moment, frowning, then turned to Jack.
"Right." He said at first. "So, what exactly does that mean?" He asked, trying to trick Jack. Jack sighed, gesturing already.
"Isn't it obvious? I know that you know I'm dishonest. So I don't expect you to trust me. But how do you know I'm not being honest because I know you know I'm dishonest. Savvy?" He asked with impatient shading his voice. He turned to look at Jack and Elizabeth. Will noted with amusement that mockery and mirth lightened Jack's eyes.
"Am I right?" He asked, as if their opinion made all the difference. For a minute, Will just stared.
"But of course Jack. Certainly a man of your status can see this, Commodore!" Elizabeth scolded, after realizing Will wasn't speaking.
"Of course. You should know these things, Commodore, if you want to stay strong in your position. Pirates will be around till the end of your days and you should know them if you are to try and destroy them!" Will argued, glancing menacingly at the commodore. Jack swallowed a laugh and turned around to face the commodore again.
"Besides, I did manage to secure one thing from the commodore. His murderer threw it at us after he had let his dogs finish dining." Jack held out a compass, edged with diamonds. Elizabeth gasped softly, and the commodore reached out gingerly.
"His father gave this to him when he was a child He never would have parted with it while he was alive. So James Norrington is dead." He said softly, cradling the compass. He handed it back to Jack, who pocketed it.
"You are dismissed." Said Thillart softly. The three walked out, trying hard to appear somber. They hurried back to the Turner's house.
"I should be makin' me way back to me ship." Jack said as they stood on the front porch. Will nodded quietly. Elizabeth flung her arms around Jack.
"Come back and see us soon. And don't bring the Spanish armada with you!" She said, close to tears. Will lightly placed a hand on his wife's shoulder, still nervous about her and Jack. After hearing about them on the island, he wasn't sure he entirely trusted Jack around Elizabeth. Jack laughed. Elizabeth stepped back. Will offered his hand, securing his other hand around Elizabeth's waist. Jack shook it.
"I'll be back for ya' soon, mate. There's pirate blood in ya', and sooner or later, the ocean will start callin'. And she never fails to get her man.' Jack warned him, offering a half grin.
"Well, I'm sure Elizabeth and I could use some cheering up. That room of yours would be perfect for us!" He teased. A full fledged grin spread across Jack's face.
"Aye, that it would. I'll be back for you, lad. Mark my words. And you'll know when I'm come, cheese boy!" He teased. Jack took out his sword and tapped Will's shoulder. He sheathed it once more, and then he was gone, running through an alley and disappearing.
"Think he'll be back?" Asked Elizabeth, a tinge of anxiety in her voice. Will hugged her close.
"He promised to come get us, and Captain Jack Sparrow always keeps his promises." They stood on the porch of their house, just thinking.
For days and weeks after that, they settled back into normal life. After three months later, Elizabeth went to the smithy to find Will. He wasn't there. She walked down to the beach. There was Will, sitting on the beach, using his jacket to sit on. Elizabeth stopped, still a good way behind him. He was motionless, staring out at the ocean. She walked down to him, and kneeled beside him.
"William Turner, there are those who are complaining their blacksmith is ignoring his orders." She teased quietly. He didn't look at her. His eyes were searching the horizon.
"I can't stay here. Jack said he'd be back. The sea has begun to call." Will finished softly.
"Jack will come. He knows you need him to come for you. Just wait a little longer."
"I don't want to leave you here." Will said sadly, glancing at her for the first time. Elizabeth smiled, spreading her skirts around her.
"I wouldn't let you go without me. I'd go with you. I told you once ago Will, I loved a pirate." The two kissed passionately, and then walked hand in hand back to the smithy. They stopped in the doorway.
"He'd best come soon, Elizabeth. Humans are made up of water, but I think I was made up of ocean water. Pirate blood is in my blood. As much as I am afraid of getting in trouble for it.Jack was right. I must embrace it." He stepped into the shop and quickly disappeared into the back room. Elizabeth sadly shook her head and began her work home.
"Jack must come soon, or Will won't last to see the ocean."
Disclaimer - I don't own POTC, nor do I own any plots, settings, characters, or events.
In response to a review I got - sorry if you feel that the chapters are too short and I'm stalling. I just don't have enough time to write long chapters! I have field hockey now and I don't get home until late. But to all the people who reviewed, thanks! Your comments are great and I appreciate ones that tell me how to improve. So I'm going to try and make longer chapters! The story get's a little more serious towards the end of this chapter.so the humor get's to recoup for a bit.
Will stared in dismay at the large gathering of recoats standing on the dock. Jack sashayed calmly down the gangplank. Will followed, walking quickly, making sure to keep Elizabeth behind him. His heart was beating so fast he was worried it would explode.
"We need to speak with whoever is in charge." Jack stated. A man in blue stepped forward.
"That would be me. Commodore Robert Thillart. Do your require a private audience?" He asked. Jack grinned.
"But of course. Lead on." They were lead into a small building, occupied by only two soldiers.
"Dismissed, boys." Thillart said quickly. Obediently, the soldiers retired to the streets. The commodore locked the turn and slipped the key into his pocket. As he was turning to face the three again, Jack suddenly snatched up his sword. He began to examine it. Elizabeth watched curiously. Jack shoved the sword to Will.
"What do you think?" He asked. "As an apprentice blacksmith, what do you think of the craftsmanship?" Will raised an eyebrow.
"It's all right." Will said hesitantly, unsurely, wondering what Jack was playing at. The commodore was eyeing the blade as well. Suddenly, Jack pressed the blade flat against the commodore's throat. Thillart shut his eyes and began to breath in shallow gaps.
"What would you do if I decided to kill you?" Jack asked in a rush.
"Most likely be killed." Breathed the commodore. Jack glared at the man. Suddenly, his face broke into a smile and he put the sword in the man's sheath.
"Just wondering." Thillart opened his eyes and gasped. He was white now and rubbing his neck without cause.
"I just need to tell you something about the Commodore. I don't think he'll be returning." Jack stated calmly. Thillart's eyes narrowed.
"What have you done to him?" He asked, his eyes shifting from Jack, to Will, to Elizabeth. "Miss Swann, tell me, what happened?" He asked. Elizabeth smiled graciously.
"I'm sure Captain Sparrow can tell you the story. I'd prefer it, if you will." She said calmly, indicating Jack.
"Yes, Mr. Sparrow, do tell us what happened!" The commodore snapped. Jack's eyes flashed a warning.
"Captain, mate. And don't anger me, Commodore, my young friend over there has rather a fixation with killing those who offend him or his friends." Jack retorted. Will raised his eyes in surprise, then glared at the commodore, trying to make Jack's story plausible.
"Right." Said the commodore uncertainly, looking rather timid and like he'd like very much to evaporate. Jack smiled.
"Back to business. Have you ever been to Tortuga, Commodore Thillart?" He asked jovially. The commodore nodded.
"Once or twice."
"Excellent. Well, Tortuga has some, shady characters on it. Not to mention some entrancing women. And unfortunately, while meeting us there, the commodore found a.let's just say, item of fixation." Jack explained, gesturing all the while.
"He found a woman in Tortuga?!" Gasped Thillart. Jack sighed, looking annoyed.
"Yes, he did. Unfortunately, that woman already, er, belonged to someone. And that someone got extremely jealous, he took out his precious pistol, and then the commodore was no more." Jack finished, taking off his hat and laying it over his heart.
"Where's the body? Surely you brought the body with you." Thillart snapped. Jack paused, and leaned forward.
"I didn't want ta' mention this to ya', but the man fed the body to his dogs. Black hearted man, he was." The commodore looked startled. Then his eyes narrowed.
"Why don't I believe you?" He snapped. Jack raised an eyebrow, then laughed.
"For one thing, there is no evidence to persuade you. For another thing, I'm a pirate. And you don't either know, nor trust pirates. Because you can't count on a pirate for honesty, only dishonesty. But if the pirate knew that you knew he was dishonest, than maybe he would be honest with you to prove you wrong, so that you'd guess wrong at his actions when you think he's dishonest!" Jack stated quickly, all in a rush. Thillart now looked extremely confused. He stared off into space for a moment, frowning, then turned to Jack.
"Right." He said at first. "So, what exactly does that mean?" He asked, trying to trick Jack. Jack sighed, gesturing already.
"Isn't it obvious? I know that you know I'm dishonest. So I don't expect you to trust me. But how do you know I'm not being honest because I know you know I'm dishonest. Savvy?" He asked with impatient shading his voice. He turned to look at Jack and Elizabeth. Will noted with amusement that mockery and mirth lightened Jack's eyes.
"Am I right?" He asked, as if their opinion made all the difference. For a minute, Will just stared.
"But of course Jack. Certainly a man of your status can see this, Commodore!" Elizabeth scolded, after realizing Will wasn't speaking.
"Of course. You should know these things, Commodore, if you want to stay strong in your position. Pirates will be around till the end of your days and you should know them if you are to try and destroy them!" Will argued, glancing menacingly at the commodore. Jack swallowed a laugh and turned around to face the commodore again.
"Besides, I did manage to secure one thing from the commodore. His murderer threw it at us after he had let his dogs finish dining." Jack held out a compass, edged with diamonds. Elizabeth gasped softly, and the commodore reached out gingerly.
"His father gave this to him when he was a child He never would have parted with it while he was alive. So James Norrington is dead." He said softly, cradling the compass. He handed it back to Jack, who pocketed it.
"You are dismissed." Said Thillart softly. The three walked out, trying hard to appear somber. They hurried back to the Turner's house.
"I should be makin' me way back to me ship." Jack said as they stood on the front porch. Will nodded quietly. Elizabeth flung her arms around Jack.
"Come back and see us soon. And don't bring the Spanish armada with you!" She said, close to tears. Will lightly placed a hand on his wife's shoulder, still nervous about her and Jack. After hearing about them on the island, he wasn't sure he entirely trusted Jack around Elizabeth. Jack laughed. Elizabeth stepped back. Will offered his hand, securing his other hand around Elizabeth's waist. Jack shook it.
"I'll be back for ya' soon, mate. There's pirate blood in ya', and sooner or later, the ocean will start callin'. And she never fails to get her man.' Jack warned him, offering a half grin.
"Well, I'm sure Elizabeth and I could use some cheering up. That room of yours would be perfect for us!" He teased. A full fledged grin spread across Jack's face.
"Aye, that it would. I'll be back for you, lad. Mark my words. And you'll know when I'm come, cheese boy!" He teased. Jack took out his sword and tapped Will's shoulder. He sheathed it once more, and then he was gone, running through an alley and disappearing.
"Think he'll be back?" Asked Elizabeth, a tinge of anxiety in her voice. Will hugged her close.
"He promised to come get us, and Captain Jack Sparrow always keeps his promises." They stood on the porch of their house, just thinking.
For days and weeks after that, they settled back into normal life. After three months later, Elizabeth went to the smithy to find Will. He wasn't there. She walked down to the beach. There was Will, sitting on the beach, using his jacket to sit on. Elizabeth stopped, still a good way behind him. He was motionless, staring out at the ocean. She walked down to him, and kneeled beside him.
"William Turner, there are those who are complaining their blacksmith is ignoring his orders." She teased quietly. He didn't look at her. His eyes were searching the horizon.
"I can't stay here. Jack said he'd be back. The sea has begun to call." Will finished softly.
"Jack will come. He knows you need him to come for you. Just wait a little longer."
"I don't want to leave you here." Will said sadly, glancing at her for the first time. Elizabeth smiled, spreading her skirts around her.
"I wouldn't let you go without me. I'd go with you. I told you once ago Will, I loved a pirate." The two kissed passionately, and then walked hand in hand back to the smithy. They stopped in the doorway.
"He'd best come soon, Elizabeth. Humans are made up of water, but I think I was made up of ocean water. Pirate blood is in my blood. As much as I am afraid of getting in trouble for it.Jack was right. I must embrace it." He stepped into the shop and quickly disappeared into the back room. Elizabeth sadly shook her head and began her work home.
"Jack must come soon, or Will won't last to see the ocean."