A/N: Okay everybody this is my very first fanfiction I've shared outside of
friends. Please no
flamers (creative criticism welcome) and I'm sorry if it sucks but what can
I say, it's hard to resist
doing stupid stuff like this at 1:00a.m. (Prime hours of creativity, all
the best ideas come around
then) I'm sure there are going to be lots of fics like this and I'm sure
I'm not the first but Enjoy.
Please review.
~Tainted Wisdom Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters, although Orlando Bloom is a wonderful gift idea lol :-p Rey is mine!!
p.s. I may have to change this one around a bit
Will's room was small and cluttered, but it brimmed with the warmth
from the shop below. "This is charming" she said after standing for a moment or two observing the room and it's contents. "I didn't mean that sarcastically" Will looked dazed and confused, "Huh?", his eyes glinted she was actually speaking to him pleasantly. "Nevermind." She shrugged. He watched her contentedly as she stood holding her elbows with her hands. Hair thrown everywhere by Jack's swaggering walk, collected now on her shoulder. He found himself staring intently at her neck, around it hung a scarlet bird, a phoenix he recognized it from the hilt of one of the swords he had made awhile ago. She stood, her aggravation mounting at her brother's incompetence, but she kept it hidden quite naturally as a Sparrow would. Will realized that he hadn't introduced himself nor had he invited her to sit down, she had been standing unbeknownst of the name of her host. "I'm so sorry I forgot to introduce myself, My name is William, William Turner. You can call me Will if you do so please. You can sit if you want" He gestured to his bed. His outstretched hand puzzled her, she though it a little late for introductions seeing as they were already standing in his bedroom waiting for her brother's eminent appearance, but she took his hand and sat down. The skirts flew up in a poof, like parachutes. Aggravatedly she pushed them down cursing at them. Will tried not to laugh but his smile was sweet. "I can't stand these stupid things" Standing she slipped out of the crimsoned dress after unlacing the back. Will stood astonished and dumbfounded, she had forgotten he was there. "Oh sorry" she sort of seethed through her teeth. "I forgot you were there" Will's blush was un- hideable and unnecessary, "That's all right...... a... I'm gonna go check on Jack." He rushed out tripping over the threshold, she stifled a giggle and finished undressing. Taking off everything besides the burgundy breeches she wore, she searched Will's closet for a shirt. Finding a sulfur stained one that was semi-clean she pulled it on, buttoned it up three fourths of the way and tied her hair back with a reddish ribbon. The shirt was big and limitless in movement.' yay, she thought, 'No more lousy corsets. I've already got enough cuts to pull me through a lifetime.' She lay back across Will's bed with a sigh, It wasn't the most comfortable or the most pleasantly scented but it was a bed and it was there.
After dosing a moment or two Rey realized, Will wasn't coming back. 'How cute' she thought again. She sat a moment and stared at the corset and dress wondering what kind of fire they might make, the corset especially. Oh, how she hated it, It was too confining, frilly and it hurt, Will's shirt was much better. 'Looks like he's not getting this back'. She laughed to herself as she rose and walked down the stairs. Catching her reflection in a broken mirror in the hallway outside Will's room she stopped and stared into her own eyes. Who was that boy, with too long hair and eyelashes, standing in front of her in the candle light? Who was that lost sailor with a bruise over his left temple? That's why she had her hair down, she remembered. Rey pulled out two strands on each side and curled them behind her ears to cover the bluish mark. Sighing she continued downstairs, to meet Jack and Will.
*~*~*~*
Jack sat liquor bottle in hand, swigging it down fast, as Will stood across the room comforting the spooked mule he had named Bill. Everytime Jack was around the poor thing acted scared to death. Will still couldn't figure out why. As Rey entered her eyes had to adjust to the bright glow from the hearth. Her head shook as she glanced at her brother again. He was now falling over the table to return the empty bottle to the sleeping man. Knocking metal irons and hammers to the floor Jack cursed loudly, hushing the vibrations. Will gave her the same look of utter disbelief as she gave him. She looked like a younger more refined Jack Sparrow, she shook her head and went to him. "Jack we have to talk." Drunkenly Jack squinted at her, "Who are you? Do we know each other?" He leaned back shaking off the invisible cloth on his head. "You look like a strong lad, ever considered setting to sea." "Jack!!!" her voice harsh "It's me Rey!!!" "Ah Rey, Right. What's all, this?" he gestured to her hair and shirt, nearly falling into her chest. She cringed at his breath. Pulling her hair down from it's ribbon she said, "How'd you think I got here? Swam the whole way? Honestly Jack." "What am I to think I haven't seen ya in how long?" "Four years ago, Jack" she glared "You're all grown up, lookin' saucy one minute, the next you've done changed sexes on me." He glanced down, "Not bad though." He noticed in the pulsing light as only Jack Sparrow would in such a drunken state of bliss,"What happened here?" His fingers thoughtfully pulled the hair from her face. "Jack" She leaned away from him as he went to finger the mark. "Tell me what happened" "Nothing" "That's a whole hell of lot of nothing. Rey" His face a drunken concern. She wondered if she told him now how much he would remember come morning. "Don't worry about it." He wouldn't remember come morning and telling him now would only set him into fury. "I'll tell you when I'm good and ready, and not a second before"
Will had walked over and examined the bruise in the flickering light from afar, gingerly reaching out to touch her cheek she pulled away as though he'd tried to kiss her. "What are you doing?" "I just wanted to see" He stammered "Well, see. It hurts." Her voice dropped on the latter comment, into a whimper. "Why are you here?" Jack asked again "You've heard of Phoenix, no doubt." Her eyes became soft, as she began. "Captain Phoenix?" She nodded "He didn't hurt you did he?" Will cut in, Rey turned her eyes to him and cried silently, replying her heart detached at the strings "He? no Jack" she caught a glimpse of his reaction "'He' didn't hurt me." She turned from the two men. Stepping into the small spot of darkness behind her, she unbuttoned the shirt she had borrowed from Will's closet. Using it to cover her breasts she came back to them. "No Phoenix is not a he. I am Phoenix." She turned her back to them again, her back straight. Stretching it's length a Phoenix spread it's burning wings. Hot white and orange flames spewed from it's massive wingspan. Beak screeching it's war cry, terrifying and magnificent. The Phoenix reborn was it's symbolism. Jack stared in disbelief all the rot he'd been hearing about this Phoenix character was really about his little sister, unbelievable. "Impossible" Jack whispered to himself "Improbable, nothing is impossible" She answered his comment. Quickly she shifted her eyes to Will, who stood staring at her back. The flames enthralled him, held him captive, much like the flames of the blacksmith's shop did as he worked. The reason he stayed although no one acknowledged his skills nor did he receive the credit he deserved. The Phoenix screamed at him, to stop pretending, the Phoenix did not pretend, it was what it was in all it's horrifying glory. "When?" Jack's voice was hard, all randy drunkenness had been ripped away. "It's a long story Jack and I don't think you are sober enough to remember it all." "No but Will is" "What?" Will hadn't been listening merely admiring the Phoenix. "Listen up boy, anything I miss you had better pick up on."
~Tainted Wisdom Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters, although Orlando Bloom is a wonderful gift idea lol :-p Rey is mine!!
p.s. I may have to change this one around a bit
Will's room was small and cluttered, but it brimmed with the warmth
from the shop below. "This is charming" she said after standing for a moment or two observing the room and it's contents. "I didn't mean that sarcastically" Will looked dazed and confused, "Huh?", his eyes glinted she was actually speaking to him pleasantly. "Nevermind." She shrugged. He watched her contentedly as she stood holding her elbows with her hands. Hair thrown everywhere by Jack's swaggering walk, collected now on her shoulder. He found himself staring intently at her neck, around it hung a scarlet bird, a phoenix he recognized it from the hilt of one of the swords he had made awhile ago. She stood, her aggravation mounting at her brother's incompetence, but she kept it hidden quite naturally as a Sparrow would. Will realized that he hadn't introduced himself nor had he invited her to sit down, she had been standing unbeknownst of the name of her host. "I'm so sorry I forgot to introduce myself, My name is William, William Turner. You can call me Will if you do so please. You can sit if you want" He gestured to his bed. His outstretched hand puzzled her, she though it a little late for introductions seeing as they were already standing in his bedroom waiting for her brother's eminent appearance, but she took his hand and sat down. The skirts flew up in a poof, like parachutes. Aggravatedly she pushed them down cursing at them. Will tried not to laugh but his smile was sweet. "I can't stand these stupid things" Standing she slipped out of the crimsoned dress after unlacing the back. Will stood astonished and dumbfounded, she had forgotten he was there. "Oh sorry" she sort of seethed through her teeth. "I forgot you were there" Will's blush was un- hideable and unnecessary, "That's all right...... a... I'm gonna go check on Jack." He rushed out tripping over the threshold, she stifled a giggle and finished undressing. Taking off everything besides the burgundy breeches she wore, she searched Will's closet for a shirt. Finding a sulfur stained one that was semi-clean she pulled it on, buttoned it up three fourths of the way and tied her hair back with a reddish ribbon. The shirt was big and limitless in movement.' yay, she thought, 'No more lousy corsets. I've already got enough cuts to pull me through a lifetime.' She lay back across Will's bed with a sigh, It wasn't the most comfortable or the most pleasantly scented but it was a bed and it was there.
After dosing a moment or two Rey realized, Will wasn't coming back. 'How cute' she thought again. She sat a moment and stared at the corset and dress wondering what kind of fire they might make, the corset especially. Oh, how she hated it, It was too confining, frilly and it hurt, Will's shirt was much better. 'Looks like he's not getting this back'. She laughed to herself as she rose and walked down the stairs. Catching her reflection in a broken mirror in the hallway outside Will's room she stopped and stared into her own eyes. Who was that boy, with too long hair and eyelashes, standing in front of her in the candle light? Who was that lost sailor with a bruise over his left temple? That's why she had her hair down, she remembered. Rey pulled out two strands on each side and curled them behind her ears to cover the bluish mark. Sighing she continued downstairs, to meet Jack and Will.
*~*~*~*
Jack sat liquor bottle in hand, swigging it down fast, as Will stood across the room comforting the spooked mule he had named Bill. Everytime Jack was around the poor thing acted scared to death. Will still couldn't figure out why. As Rey entered her eyes had to adjust to the bright glow from the hearth. Her head shook as she glanced at her brother again. He was now falling over the table to return the empty bottle to the sleeping man. Knocking metal irons and hammers to the floor Jack cursed loudly, hushing the vibrations. Will gave her the same look of utter disbelief as she gave him. She looked like a younger more refined Jack Sparrow, she shook her head and went to him. "Jack we have to talk." Drunkenly Jack squinted at her, "Who are you? Do we know each other?" He leaned back shaking off the invisible cloth on his head. "You look like a strong lad, ever considered setting to sea." "Jack!!!" her voice harsh "It's me Rey!!!" "Ah Rey, Right. What's all, this?" he gestured to her hair and shirt, nearly falling into her chest. She cringed at his breath. Pulling her hair down from it's ribbon she said, "How'd you think I got here? Swam the whole way? Honestly Jack." "What am I to think I haven't seen ya in how long?" "Four years ago, Jack" she glared "You're all grown up, lookin' saucy one minute, the next you've done changed sexes on me." He glanced down, "Not bad though." He noticed in the pulsing light as only Jack Sparrow would in such a drunken state of bliss,"What happened here?" His fingers thoughtfully pulled the hair from her face. "Jack" She leaned away from him as he went to finger the mark. "Tell me what happened" "Nothing" "That's a whole hell of lot of nothing. Rey" His face a drunken concern. She wondered if she told him now how much he would remember come morning. "Don't worry about it." He wouldn't remember come morning and telling him now would only set him into fury. "I'll tell you when I'm good and ready, and not a second before"
Will had walked over and examined the bruise in the flickering light from afar, gingerly reaching out to touch her cheek she pulled away as though he'd tried to kiss her. "What are you doing?" "I just wanted to see" He stammered "Well, see. It hurts." Her voice dropped on the latter comment, into a whimper. "Why are you here?" Jack asked again "You've heard of Phoenix, no doubt." Her eyes became soft, as she began. "Captain Phoenix?" She nodded "He didn't hurt you did he?" Will cut in, Rey turned her eyes to him and cried silently, replying her heart detached at the strings "He? no Jack" she caught a glimpse of his reaction "'He' didn't hurt me." She turned from the two men. Stepping into the small spot of darkness behind her, she unbuttoned the shirt she had borrowed from Will's closet. Using it to cover her breasts she came back to them. "No Phoenix is not a he. I am Phoenix." She turned her back to them again, her back straight. Stretching it's length a Phoenix spread it's burning wings. Hot white and orange flames spewed from it's massive wingspan. Beak screeching it's war cry, terrifying and magnificent. The Phoenix reborn was it's symbolism. Jack stared in disbelief all the rot he'd been hearing about this Phoenix character was really about his little sister, unbelievable. "Impossible" Jack whispered to himself "Improbable, nothing is impossible" She answered his comment. Quickly she shifted her eyes to Will, who stood staring at her back. The flames enthralled him, held him captive, much like the flames of the blacksmith's shop did as he worked. The reason he stayed although no one acknowledged his skills nor did he receive the credit he deserved. The Phoenix screamed at him, to stop pretending, the Phoenix did not pretend, it was what it was in all it's horrifying glory. "When?" Jack's voice was hard, all randy drunkenness had been ripped away. "It's a long story Jack and I don't think you are sober enough to remember it all." "No but Will is" "What?" Will hadn't been listening merely admiring the Phoenix. "Listen up boy, anything I miss you had better pick up on."