Pirates of the Caribbean
and the Waters of Hell
Author's Note - Being a recent big fan(it comes out late in the U.K.) of Pirates of the Caribbean, I thought I'd write a fanfic about it. What can I say? I don't own any of the characters that appeared in the fim (e.g. Will, Jack, Elisabeth etc) but I may and probably will add my own characters as the story progresses. I appreciate reviews, but don't make me cry with all your nasty criticisms, but if you think there's something that can be done better than it has, then tell meeeeee! I'm not sure how this will work or if you guys will like it or whatever because I mostly do Invader Zim stuff, but I'm trying to develop my story-ness. Okay? Okay. Read. Here's the prologue. Here!
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Prologue
" . . . so, y'know that's kind of what . . . er . . . happened." Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl told the shiny metal blade that was at his throat, "I mean, I didn't mean to, I didn't know, but she just kind of . . . burnt it . . . " he was speaking, of course, of the incident on the tiny derelict island where he and Elisabeth Swan, whom he hadn't seen in three years, had been forced to spend the night. Madly drunk, Jack had woken up with one of the worst hangovers he had ever experienced, and the smell of burning, which, to his horror was the result of Elisabeth's logical thinking.
"So the rum's gone?" Biggs asked, and the handsome but rugged pirate shook his head regretfully, "That's why we can't go there to get supplies. We'll have to go somewhere else."
Biggs removed the dagger from his captain's throat, and Jack rubbed his neck, frowning slightly at his friend. "You know," he gasped, realigning his beads, "I could make you walk the plank for that." Biggs nodded and chuckled cheerfully, fully aware that he wouldn't do that.
"Aye," he allowed, "but I don't think your lady friend Anna Maria would like that very much, if I was at the bottom of that there ocean." Biggs nodded outside the Black Pearl, floating elegantly towards nowhere special, but supplies were running low and they needed to stock up somewhere.
"What do ye mean by that?" Jack demanded, staggering back drunkenly a bit, "Anna Maria . . . "
"Aye, aye, nothing going on, o' course, cap'n." Biggs nodded, and Jack gave him a funny look, leaning into him closer, Bigss' alcohol breath invading the man's nostrils.
"If I didn't know you better, old friend," he said roughly, "then I'd say you were being sarcastic."
Biggs gave a pretend shocked face, then chuckled and wandered off for the cabin. Jack stood at the stern of the boat looking out to sea. Nothing excitingly piratish had happened in the last year or so, and Jack could do with a little touch of that. Barbossa and his old crew were long gone, Jack was human again, Will and Elisabeth's story had ended happily, and Jack had gotten his boat back three years ago after escaping the gallows thanks to his old friend's son, who was also his friend. Or something. Anyway, Jack was bored and sober, neither of which he wanted to be.
"Mijjiky woah boy, mijjiky wee boy, mijiky woah a wee laddie for meeeee," Jack sang, improvising, and didn't notice Anna Maria, an old flame, come up behind him. For three years Jack had resisted her, because she had a mean slap if he did something wrong. Jack Sparrow was often the victim of women's slaps, sometimes more deserved than others. What he had done with Anna Maria before had been unacceptable and wouldn't expect her to take him back. He wasn't so worried about that now, he just wanted some more treasure, food . . . and rum. Thinking on it, Jack wouldn't mind some tobacco either.
"Elisabeth, it would never have worked between us. Will . . . I like your hat. Gentlemen, you will remember this as the day that - aaaaargh!" were the last things his old friends and enemies had heard him say before he had fallen into the water a little prematurely, and found the Black Pearl and the old crew ready to take him on again as Captain Jack Sparrow.
Now standing at the helm, Jack started playing with the wheel, making "brrrrm brrrm" sounds to amuse himself for a while. Suddenly, he had the inspiration to raid the nearest harbour, Plymouth Harbour. It was such a good idea that he almost thought he had thought of it himself, which he had. Now that Jack was confused, he felt they should get there as soon as possible. In a wave of order to change the course, Jack followed his instincts and gave a little swagger backwards as the ship turned around.
"OI!" he yelled, "Careful! That's my ship you're turnin'!" then realised he was turning it, and was confused again.
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Kissing his wife and daughter lightly on the forehead lovingly, Will Turner backed out of the door, keeping his eyes on his young family for as long as possible, before Elisabeth laughed aloud and ordered him out. Whistling to himself, he returned to his work as a blacksmith, leaving Elisabeth with their two year old intelligent daughter Lily in the nice house her father and Will had bought together. Elisabeth fondled her daughter's hair, sad that her husband never had the excitement he still longed for all his life, even after meeting Jack Sparrow and Barbossa three years ago on the Black Pearl mystery.
"Papa gone workee!" Lily told her mother cleverly, and Elisabeth nodded.
"Yes. Papa gone to work. He'll be back tonight, Lily-Flower. And he'll tuck you up in bed after we've all had dinner." She replied, and, happy with this information, the young girl ran off to play in the garden with her wild hair she had inherited from her father, that blew long down to her waist and could be tangled with the greatest ease, but combed with the greatest difficulty.
Yes, they were happy enough, but both Elisabeth and Will were bored, and though content at the moment, Elisabeth feared Lily too may grow up bored, like Elisabeth had as a girl, except seeing pirates and meeting Will for the first time.
Sighing, Elisabeth looked out of the window past her daughter playing in the garden and further down to the harbour about a hundred yards away in their new home in the fort at Plymouth.
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A/N : Ooooooo! Guess who they're going to meet again, then? But under what circumstances? Dun dun duuun! Woo how did that work remember guys I'm just starting so no eating me please ! *looks down at person chewing on her arm* I said no eating me! Sorry, but it's not Julie Season! Ya, that's right, just keep walking!
Okay. Ummm, review, please? Please? Or if you want, or whatever, man. Um, bai!
and the Waters of Hell
Author's Note - Being a recent big fan(it comes out late in the U.K.) of Pirates of the Caribbean, I thought I'd write a fanfic about it. What can I say? I don't own any of the characters that appeared in the fim (e.g. Will, Jack, Elisabeth etc) but I may and probably will add my own characters as the story progresses. I appreciate reviews, but don't make me cry with all your nasty criticisms, but if you think there's something that can be done better than it has, then tell meeeeee! I'm not sure how this will work or if you guys will like it or whatever because I mostly do Invader Zim stuff, but I'm trying to develop my story-ness. Okay? Okay. Read. Here's the prologue. Here!
~*~
Prologue
" . . . so, y'know that's kind of what . . . er . . . happened." Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl told the shiny metal blade that was at his throat, "I mean, I didn't mean to, I didn't know, but she just kind of . . . burnt it . . . " he was speaking, of course, of the incident on the tiny derelict island where he and Elisabeth Swan, whom he hadn't seen in three years, had been forced to spend the night. Madly drunk, Jack had woken up with one of the worst hangovers he had ever experienced, and the smell of burning, which, to his horror was the result of Elisabeth's logical thinking.
"So the rum's gone?" Biggs asked, and the handsome but rugged pirate shook his head regretfully, "That's why we can't go there to get supplies. We'll have to go somewhere else."
Biggs removed the dagger from his captain's throat, and Jack rubbed his neck, frowning slightly at his friend. "You know," he gasped, realigning his beads, "I could make you walk the plank for that." Biggs nodded and chuckled cheerfully, fully aware that he wouldn't do that.
"Aye," he allowed, "but I don't think your lady friend Anna Maria would like that very much, if I was at the bottom of that there ocean." Biggs nodded outside the Black Pearl, floating elegantly towards nowhere special, but supplies were running low and they needed to stock up somewhere.
"What do ye mean by that?" Jack demanded, staggering back drunkenly a bit, "Anna Maria . . . "
"Aye, aye, nothing going on, o' course, cap'n." Biggs nodded, and Jack gave him a funny look, leaning into him closer, Bigss' alcohol breath invading the man's nostrils.
"If I didn't know you better, old friend," he said roughly, "then I'd say you were being sarcastic."
Biggs gave a pretend shocked face, then chuckled and wandered off for the cabin. Jack stood at the stern of the boat looking out to sea. Nothing excitingly piratish had happened in the last year or so, and Jack could do with a little touch of that. Barbossa and his old crew were long gone, Jack was human again, Will and Elisabeth's story had ended happily, and Jack had gotten his boat back three years ago after escaping the gallows thanks to his old friend's son, who was also his friend. Or something. Anyway, Jack was bored and sober, neither of which he wanted to be.
"Mijjiky woah boy, mijjiky wee boy, mijiky woah a wee laddie for meeeee," Jack sang, improvising, and didn't notice Anna Maria, an old flame, come up behind him. For three years Jack had resisted her, because she had a mean slap if he did something wrong. Jack Sparrow was often the victim of women's slaps, sometimes more deserved than others. What he had done with Anna Maria before had been unacceptable and wouldn't expect her to take him back. He wasn't so worried about that now, he just wanted some more treasure, food . . . and rum. Thinking on it, Jack wouldn't mind some tobacco either.
"Elisabeth, it would never have worked between us. Will . . . I like your hat. Gentlemen, you will remember this as the day that - aaaaargh!" were the last things his old friends and enemies had heard him say before he had fallen into the water a little prematurely, and found the Black Pearl and the old crew ready to take him on again as Captain Jack Sparrow.
Now standing at the helm, Jack started playing with the wheel, making "brrrrm brrrm" sounds to amuse himself for a while. Suddenly, he had the inspiration to raid the nearest harbour, Plymouth Harbour. It was such a good idea that he almost thought he had thought of it himself, which he had. Now that Jack was confused, he felt they should get there as soon as possible. In a wave of order to change the course, Jack followed his instincts and gave a little swagger backwards as the ship turned around.
"OI!" he yelled, "Careful! That's my ship you're turnin'!" then realised he was turning it, and was confused again.
~*~
Kissing his wife and daughter lightly on the forehead lovingly, Will Turner backed out of the door, keeping his eyes on his young family for as long as possible, before Elisabeth laughed aloud and ordered him out. Whistling to himself, he returned to his work as a blacksmith, leaving Elisabeth with their two year old intelligent daughter Lily in the nice house her father and Will had bought together. Elisabeth fondled her daughter's hair, sad that her husband never had the excitement he still longed for all his life, even after meeting Jack Sparrow and Barbossa three years ago on the Black Pearl mystery.
"Papa gone workee!" Lily told her mother cleverly, and Elisabeth nodded.
"Yes. Papa gone to work. He'll be back tonight, Lily-Flower. And he'll tuck you up in bed after we've all had dinner." She replied, and, happy with this information, the young girl ran off to play in the garden with her wild hair she had inherited from her father, that blew long down to her waist and could be tangled with the greatest ease, but combed with the greatest difficulty.
Yes, they were happy enough, but both Elisabeth and Will were bored, and though content at the moment, Elisabeth feared Lily too may grow up bored, like Elisabeth had as a girl, except seeing pirates and meeting Will for the first time.
Sighing, Elisabeth looked out of the window past her daughter playing in the garden and further down to the harbour about a hundred yards away in their new home in the fort at Plymouth.
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A/N : Ooooooo! Guess who they're going to meet again, then? But under what circumstances? Dun dun duuun! Woo how did that work remember guys I'm just starting so no eating me please ! *looks down at person chewing on her arm* I said no eating me! Sorry, but it's not Julie Season! Ya, that's right, just keep walking!
Okay. Ummm, review, please? Please? Or if you want, or whatever, man. Um, bai!