HEY YA'ALL! WELL, HERE'S CHAPPY 2. EVEN THO I DIDN'T GET 5 REVIEWS WHEN I STARTED THIS, I FIGURED, "AH, WHAT THE HELL, FIVE PPL PROBABLY WON'T EVEN READ IT, SO WE'RE ALL GOOD – HOPEFULLY A FEW MORE WILL REVIEW BY THE TIME I'M DONE WRITING THIS.
DUM DA DEE DA DUM – OKEY DOKEY!
Chappy 2: Welcome Aboard the Black Pearl!
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Will paced on the deck, waiting for Gibbs and the crew to finish loading the cargo, which included a large amount of rum, for Jack's part anyway. He grinned and shook his head at the 24 gallon of rum that Gibbs, the Mute, and the Midget were trying to balance between them as they walked up the gangplank. He knew had one more priority, but he couldn't remember what it was. Oh, yeah…he needed to go say goodbye to Elizabeth. The one thing about this trip that he was dreading – it would be so hard, and he didn't think either of them would be able to take it.
He began to walk, making his way up the hill toward the governor's mansion. Elizabeth didn't even know about his decision yet. He passed through the little selection of houses and shops at the foot of the hill. A woman with strong sturdy hands and a determined look set upon her face walked up to him.
"Sir, you be Will Turner?" she said in a steady voice.
"Why yes, I'd be him," he said curiously, "and what business would you want with me?"
"Sir, I'd like a job on your ship." Her stout reply shocked him.
"Really…" he said, looking at her from head to toe.
"Yes," she said, tilting up her chin a bit, "I am prepared for anything, anywhere. I have a strong will. And I be ready to take orders from any man willing to take me aboard." She stood there, looking impressively independent, her arms straight at her sides. She somewhat reminded Will of one of the militia soldiers. He could tell that her intentions were great, and that she had much to offer. Until her next request.
"But there only be one hitch, sir."
"Aye? And what be that?" Will said, beginning to prepare his mind for anything.
"Well, I got a daughter, sweet little thing, on'y bout eleven. Have to come along as well, she would." Will considered.
"Go to the dock, where the Black Pearl is harbored. Take ye little young'ng with ye, and ask for a word with Captain Jack Sparrow. Don't forget, it's Captain, unless you want yer head on a stake…" This didn't seem to frighten the woman one bit, so, with a sigh, Will continued. "Tell 'im Will sent ye, and that yer to be let aboard and given work immediately. What be your name?" he added.
"Takita," she said in a tone, such as to dare him to laugh.
"Lemme tell ye now, Takita– women aboard our vessel don't get no leeway, savvy?" She nodded and began to walk away. As an after thought, he shouted to her, "And what be your lass's name?" Her reply seemed to flow with the wind – "Felicity."
"William Turner!" Elizabeth came storming down that hill, livid as hell itself. "Exactly who is that woman?" Will began to talk with ease.
"Just a new crew member," he said, in a carefree manner.
"A new crew member, eh? Well, let me ask you this! Why is it that you will let her on your ship but not me? And what do you mean by 'one of your new crew members'?" Let's just say that Elizabeth wasn't happy.
"Elizabeth, a ship like that is no place for a lady such as yourself! You are the Governor's daughter – you must keep up appearances! If any of Port Royale ever saw you with someone with likes of me again – who knows what they will think?"
"Fine," she snapped, "but what about the 'one of my new crew members' part, huh? What was that supposed to mean?" It was now or never.
"Elizabeth – you do remember your father? And the wishes and dreams about a wonderful future for you?"
"Aye," was her reply – it had become a habit of hers to speak slang, especially around Will and Jack.
"Well…I don't think that there is a place for me somewhere in there." He was trying to word this carefully.
"What do you mean by that?" Elizabeth's voice had become calmer; softer – she didn't understand…
"I don't think that I have any part in your future. I just…don't think it's meant to be." He half expected her to storm off, all in a huff, or begin screaming at him again. But no – she broke down into sobs. On instinct, Will put a comforting arm around her – but now all he could do was to wait for it to stop.
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"Ohh," said Elizabeth in a somewhat understanding tone, "so that was what it was all about?" She looked as though she hated herself for ever doubting him.
"Aye," was Will's reply. He gazed into her eyes. It was a wonderful sensation – comforting. His eyes were so gentle, so loving, so…there were not words to describe how safe she felt just sitting there, by the warm hearth, his eyes dulling into hers. He was the first to pull out.
"Will!" It was an unsteady voice, kind of syrupy. Will groaned…he knew that voice anywhere.
"Jack," he muttered. "I'll be back," he said to Elizabeth, kissing her on the forehead as he stood up, "I have some unwanted business to attend to." It was to late to go check on Jack – he came strolling into the room.
"Will! Laddie! Care for a pint?" He was stark naked, obviously just out of the bathtub. His unsteady hand was clutching a silver goblet of what was no doubtedly liquor. Will just stood there for a moment, his mouth down to his feet. Jack strolled around him. "Elizabeth! Dahling! How *hic* splendid! Join me for some rum?"
"No!" Will said. "No one is going to join you for rum. And since no one will join you, you shan't have anymore." Elizabeth had to stifle a giggle as Will tried to wrestle the goblet away from Jack, only to splash rum all over himself, as well as Jack and the very expensive carpet on which they were standing.
"The rum!" Jack wailed. "The rum! Blast you, boy! You spilt the rum! Ohhhh, the rum is gone!" Jack seemed to be losing his mind.
"CALM DOWN!" Will shouted. Jack shut up, but he continued to mutter.
"Elizabeth, dear, I'm so sorry – I'll go get something to clean it up," Will told her ("The rum. The rum!").
"Oh, Will, it's quite alright. I'll just get Hawkins to dab it up later. You just go help Jack find some suitable clothing."
Will turned around, only to see that Jack had sat himself on the floor and was currently stroking the carpet.
"Oh, poor, poor rum! If I would've known – never would've even came in here!" Jack's face was full of concern and crazed lovingness, which he decided to let out on something that wasn't even alive or important (not to mention, more sane as he was). Will rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Jack, let's get ye cleaned up," he said, pulling Jack up by the arm.
"NOOOO!!!" Jack screamed. Will let go of him at once, raising an eyebrow in question at Elizabeth. Jack was now sprawled on the floor, covering the spot where the rum had spilt, a half-crazed gleam in his eye.
"Fine, fine," Will said, "Then I guess you won't get any rum at dinner…" This was enough for Jack. Like an obedient puppy, he leapt up and bound over to Will. 'Good God,' Will thought. He led Jack to the vacant bathroom like a parent who is helping their child with their first steps.
All of a sudden, Elizabeth felt warm. Suddenly, she began to run through her head what happened when Will was away – it was weird – like she was psychic. The things hadn't ever witnessed were running through her head. 'These must be Will's thoughts,' she thought. She found that she could control them, and she began to go back in time…
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Finally, Elizabeth stopped bawling.
"I love you," Will whispered into her ear. She looked at him, almost as if she was terrified. Then, lip quivering, she gathered her skirt, stood up, and dashed up the hill. Will sighed and decided that it was for the best, so he walked down to the dock.
He almost didn't recognize the Black Pearl. Amazed, he stepped on board. Everything was shiny and bright – he could see his reflection on the mast. The portholes gleamed, and the wheel was refurbished and painted – it almost looked new. He noticed, in the corner, was a pouting Jack. There he sat, his legs pulled up to his chest, arms crossed. His lip was sticking out a mile, and his eyebrows, furrowed. Will crossed over to him.
"'Ey there Cap'tn," Will said. Jack's face, which was unrecognizable, due to the fact that his hat was shadowing it, rose, and Will got the gist.
"Where's, er, Takita?" he asked, uncertainly.
"Oh, she's down in her quarters," said Jack, rising to his feet.
"Whoa there! What's wrong, Jack?"
"WHAT'S WRONG?!? WHAT'S WRONG?!? YOU LET A WOMAN ABOARD THIS VESSEL WITHOUT MY AUTHORIZATION, THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG!" Jack shouted, a spray of spit issuing from his mouth. "NOT TO MENTION THAT YOU LET HER BRING HER DAUGHTER WITH!"
"Jack, I'm sorry, my bad, savvy?" Will said. "I mean she was like one-a those tough women who yer 'fraid'll beat-cha up – it's not like I could just say no." Jack was currently hyperventilating but, as they didn't exactly have paper bags back then, Will tried the Heimlich Maneuver (hey, what else could he possibly do?!?).
"Hey, Laddie, whatcha trying to do, kill me?" Jack managed to emit.
"Nah," Will replied, grinning, "Though it wouldn't have been a bad idea…" Will playfully punched him in the shoulder, and Jack returned it. "Well, I best go check on Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Takita," Will said, making Jack burst out laughing. Will climbed down the ladder. He turned around and came face to face with Takita. She was giving him puppy dog eyes, and he had a feeling that she wasn't sober.
"Whatcha want?" he asked, semi nervously.
"You know what I want," she said in a Talk-to-Mama voice.
"Ahhh, no, actually I don't," Will said, "Seriously, what do you want?"
"You," she said passionately, and she grabbed him by the ruff of his collar and kissed him full on the lips. It shocked Will so much that his eyes were wide open and disbelieving. He could taste the rum in her breath, and, glancing over at the 24 gallon barrel, he knew that Jack would not be happy if he found out that someone, a woman no less, had been drinking his rum. Will pulled away from her as quickly as he could.
"I…I really have to go, er, check the, er, ship…Aye, I better, umm, make sure there are no, ah umm, leaks!" he said, desperate for an excuse to get outta there. Takita sighed.
"All right, if you really must go," she said, as though it were a shame, "But Mama will be waiting!" she said with an exaggerated wink.
Will, relieved to get away from that mess, climbed the ladder. A girl seemed to appear from nowhere, trying to get down. Will could see right up her skirt, a sight that Jack, not Will, would have found, umm, interesting.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry sir!" The girl had a voice that was fairly natural, not to high, not to low.
"That's quite all right, Miss Felicity," Will said, "but I suggest that you stay up on deck – your mother is in a right state, she is, so I don't think it be wise for a youngster such as yerself to be wandering down here."
"Thanks for the advice," she said, ascending once more. Will followed her.
Once they both had reached the top, she turned around, and he got a good look at her.
"Good afternoon, I'm Felicity Taylor. What be your name, sir?" she said, bluntly sticking out a hand. Will grinned.
"I would be William Turner, but you can call me Will."
"Alright, then, Mr. Will," she said politely. Will laughed.
"No, no, no – just Will." She grinned back.
"Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, love," he told her, spreading his arm in an invitation to scope out the horizon, "And welcome to the Caribbean!"
WELL, THAT'S ABOUT IT PEEPS – I KNOW, IT'S SHORT JUST LIKE THE 1ST ONE, BUT I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME TO DO THESE AT THE MOMENT. ALL THE FRIGGEN TEACHERS ARE GIVIN ME TOO MUCH HW – OH WELL. HEY IF ANYONE HAS NE SUGGESTIONS FOR THE PLOT OR SUMTHIN, LEAVE IT IN A REVIEW – I'LL FOR SURE TAKE IT INTO CONSIDERATION, BUT DUNNO IF I'LL USE IT OR NOT – WE'LL HAFTA SEE!!! WELL, G2G – BUH-BYEZ!!!