Curse of the White Jewel: Chapter Three
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Chapter Three: A Day Early
It was late morning when they returned to the house. The storm finally subsided and most of the fires burned out.
After a quick lunch, Will and Alex returned to the smithy, leaving Elisha and Elizabeth alone.
"So, is there anything you want to do?" Elizabeth asked.
Elisha shrugged. "Not really."
"Well, you look a bit tired. Maybe you would like a nap, or a bath?"
Elisha considered for a moment. "Well, I wouldn't mind havin' a bath..."
"Well, i'll prepare one. I think I have a nice dress you can change into after."
"Dress?" Elisha blushed. "I don't really have a likin' for dresses. They're too limitin', savvy? I can't do anythin' in them."
Elizabeth smiled. "I know what you mean. But there isn't much to do here."
Elisha shrugged. "You make a good point." She nodded. "Aye, a bath and dress. Not much harm, I suppose."
When the bath was ready, Elisha slipped into it. The warm water soothed her nerves, and the foamy bubbles clouded around her. She hadn't had a bath this decent in a small while. Usually whenever she tried to have a bath it was interupted by raids, storms, or a lack of privacy.
When she was done and dried herself, two servant girls helped with the dress. Elisha squirmed a little when they helped with the bodice, but it was alright.
The dress was a dark, crimson red with long, flowing, bell-shaped sleeves. The dress ran down to the floor; Elisha couldn't see her own feet. Thankfully there wasn't a corset so she could still breathe esily, but the dress was still a bit tight and Elisha wasn't used to it. She wore her boots under the gown so at least her feet would be comfortable.
She undid her ponytail, letting her jet-black hair hang down to below her shoulders. She kept her faded red bandanna on, since it matched the color of the dress and it belonged to her father. It was a memento he gave Elisha after they had ravaged a village and a group of men captured her. When she was rescued Jack gave her his bandanna so she was reminded he was always there for her when she needed him.
Elisha twirled around in her new outfit. She had to admit it suited her rather well. It outlined her figure perfectly and made her neck look thinner.
Elisha started to walk out of the room so she could show Elizabeth, when she tripped over the hem of the dress and fell on the floor.
"Ow..." she muttered. The dress may have done her figure justice, but the bottom part had several layers and it was proving rather difficult to walk in.
She stood up. "Bloody dress," she cursed under her breath, kicking the many layers of fabric with her feet. She finally managed to half-walk, half-shuffle down the stairs where Elizabeth was.
"Oh, you look wonderful," Elizabeth complimented.
"Thank you, but i'm not quite used to it," Elisha replied, squirming again. "Not to mention I can barely walk in this bloody thing."
"You'll get used to it."
"I don't want to get used to it. There's no place onboard a pirate ship for a girl in a dress!" She exclaimed, squirming again.
"Nevertheless, you should try to wear dresses more often. In case you ever have to act like a proper lady."
Elisha made a face. "I hope that never happens."
Elizabeth shook her head, grinning. "You are definately the daughter of Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow," she corrected.
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Elisha stood on the balcony, gazing at the village. There was alot of damage done by the storm. Trees were either uprooted or caught on fire, some houses were damaged, and a few people were injured. A few houses near the sea were even flooded.
Speaking of the sea...
Elisha squinted. In the distance she saw what was apparently a ship headed for Port Royal. It's white sails were billowing in the air and it was going rather fast for a ship. Elisha didn't need a second glance to know what ship it was.
The Black Pearl.
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"Captain! We're coming to port!" Anamaria yelled.
Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the helm, the steering wheel [A/N: Is that what it's called?] under the control of his hands. He turned it a little to the left, inspecting the buildings in the distance.
"Drop the anchor!" he ordered. He took his spy-glass and took a closer look at Port Royal. It looked exactly like it did the last time he was there, at Will and Elizabeth's wedding. He still didn't have a clue as to how he managed to escape from Norrington that time.
As he gazed at the village, he saw a few uprooted trees and damaged buildings. 'Must have been struck by the storm' he thought to himself.
As the ship slowly came to a stop, Jack started ordering people again. "Anamaria, Gibbs, you're with me. The rest o' you, stay here and try not to do anythin' stupid," he said. He, Anamaria and Gibbs lowered a rowboat and rowed ashore.
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Elisha ran (or tried to) over to Elizabeth, who was in the study. "Elizabeth, the Black Pearl is here. She just arrived and is a good distance away from the shore."
"Already?" Elizabeth frowned. "I thought you said they were coming tomorrow."
"Aye, I did. But they're here."
"Let's go down to the blacksmith's shop and tell Will and Alex, shall we?" Elisha nodded in agreement, so off they went.
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Jack and company made their way through Port Royal. Most people were occupied with cleaning up the damage that the storm brought, so they weren't noticed.
When they arrived at the smithy, Jack turned to the others. "Why don't you go to the tavern, have yourselves a nice drink?" Anamaria and Gibbs nodded without hesitation and left.
Jack wandered up and entered. It was exactly the same as he last saw it, except there wasn't a drunken old man sleeping in a corner. The shop was entirely Will's, and he was teaching Alex the tricks of the trade.
Will was watching Alex shape the hot metal when he heard the door open and looked up. "Jack!" he exclaimed. "How are you?"
"Hullo Mr. Turner. I'm just fine." He walked up to the blacksmith and they shook hands. "How's the buisness doin'?"
"It's doing great. Jack, this is my son, Alex," he introduced. They shook hands. "Jack, what are doing here? Elisha said you were only coming tomorrow."
"Ah, so you've met my daughter, have you?" Jack said. "I hope she's not too much trouble."
"None at all," Will replied.
"Good, good," Jack said. "Anyway--"
"Dad!" a voice exclaimed from behind them. Jack turned just in time to be greeted with a hug.
"Elisha!" Jack said, returning the hug. "How are you?" Elisha pulled away from him. "And look at you, all dressed up fancy like that. You're not wearing a corset, are you?" Jack's expression darkened, but lightened again when Elisha shook her head no. "Good. 'Cause you remember what happened when we went to Singapore for your tenth birthday."
"Aye, I remember dad. What are you doin' here so soon? Were you caught in the storm? Is everythin' alright?"
"Elisha," Jack interupted her rambling. "Relax. We just missed the storm, everythin' is alright. As for why i'm here early..." Jack paused a beat before he continued. "We were plannin' on stopping at Tortuga, just as I said, when we saw somethin' that made us change our minds."
"What?" Elisha asked, frowning.
"Let's just say a ship headin' in your direction. We were ahead o' it, but not by much. 'Tis a fast ship after all. We decided to skip Tortuga and come here so we could warn you."
"Warn us about what? What ship?" Alex asked.
Jack looked at him with a strange look. "You're an impatient one, aren't you? Just like your parents."
"Jack!" Elizabeth exclaimed.
"What? It's true!"
"Dad, stay focused! What ship?"
Jack sighed. "The White Jewel."
Elisha gaped at her dad. "WHAT?"
Jack nodded. "Aye. The Jewel is comin', and it wasn't so far behind us. We got an hour or two at most before they arrive."
"But why are they coming?" Elizabeth asked, perplexed.
Jack turned his gaze onto his daughter. "You didn't tell them?"
"You said I could only tell them at the opportune moment, and I didn't know the Jewel was headin' this way!" Elisha objected.
"Well, at least you listened to me for once," Jack grumbled.
"Tell us what? Jack, what's going on?" Will asked.
Alex sighed. "Elisha has one of the necklaces of the White Jewel," he said.
"WHAT?" Will and Elizabeth exclaimed together, as they both believed in the legend.
Jack looked at Alex. "How did you know?"
"I saw it."
Jack looked at Elisha. "You showed it to him?"
"No, I was unconsious."
"Why were you unconsious?"
"Look, that's not the point!" Elisha said. "What are we gonna do?"
"We're gonna be leavin' immediately," Jack replied. "We're gonna head out to the Pearl, and I want Will and family to come along."
"Why?" Will asked, frowning.
Jack sighed. "'Cause I'll be needin' your help. Those dead crewmates will be wantin' to kill my daughter, I need your help to protect her," Jack pleaded. "I know how to get rid o' the curse without her dyin', savvy?"
"You do?" Alex said.
"Aye. And I need your help to do so." Jack looked at Will with begging eyes. "Please? As a favor?"
Will glanced at his wife and son before he reluctantly nodded. Jack brought his hands together in his traditional gesture of thanks. "Thank you," he said. He put his hand on Elisha's shoulder. "Come on, the Pearl is waitin' for us."
TBC
There's a PotC fic I really must recommend. It's called 'Bad Guys of that Warm Sea Place', written by The Noble Platypus. It's almost done *sniff* but is really worth reading and it is guaranteed to give you a laugh. Trust me! ;)
Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad people are actually enjoying this. :) {{{{reviewers}}}}} Here are some chocolate Will clones for all of you. ;)
For all other notes: See previous chapters.
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Chapter Three: A Day Early
It was late morning when they returned to the house. The storm finally subsided and most of the fires burned out.
After a quick lunch, Will and Alex returned to the smithy, leaving Elisha and Elizabeth alone.
"So, is there anything you want to do?" Elizabeth asked.
Elisha shrugged. "Not really."
"Well, you look a bit tired. Maybe you would like a nap, or a bath?"
Elisha considered for a moment. "Well, I wouldn't mind havin' a bath..."
"Well, i'll prepare one. I think I have a nice dress you can change into after."
"Dress?" Elisha blushed. "I don't really have a likin' for dresses. They're too limitin', savvy? I can't do anythin' in them."
Elizabeth smiled. "I know what you mean. But there isn't much to do here."
Elisha shrugged. "You make a good point." She nodded. "Aye, a bath and dress. Not much harm, I suppose."
When the bath was ready, Elisha slipped into it. The warm water soothed her nerves, and the foamy bubbles clouded around her. She hadn't had a bath this decent in a small while. Usually whenever she tried to have a bath it was interupted by raids, storms, or a lack of privacy.
When she was done and dried herself, two servant girls helped with the dress. Elisha squirmed a little when they helped with the bodice, but it was alright.
The dress was a dark, crimson red with long, flowing, bell-shaped sleeves. The dress ran down to the floor; Elisha couldn't see her own feet. Thankfully there wasn't a corset so she could still breathe esily, but the dress was still a bit tight and Elisha wasn't used to it. She wore her boots under the gown so at least her feet would be comfortable.
She undid her ponytail, letting her jet-black hair hang down to below her shoulders. She kept her faded red bandanna on, since it matched the color of the dress and it belonged to her father. It was a memento he gave Elisha after they had ravaged a village and a group of men captured her. When she was rescued Jack gave her his bandanna so she was reminded he was always there for her when she needed him.
Elisha twirled around in her new outfit. She had to admit it suited her rather well. It outlined her figure perfectly and made her neck look thinner.
Elisha started to walk out of the room so she could show Elizabeth, when she tripped over the hem of the dress and fell on the floor.
"Ow..." she muttered. The dress may have done her figure justice, but the bottom part had several layers and it was proving rather difficult to walk in.
She stood up. "Bloody dress," she cursed under her breath, kicking the many layers of fabric with her feet. She finally managed to half-walk, half-shuffle down the stairs where Elizabeth was.
"Oh, you look wonderful," Elizabeth complimented.
"Thank you, but i'm not quite used to it," Elisha replied, squirming again. "Not to mention I can barely walk in this bloody thing."
"You'll get used to it."
"I don't want to get used to it. There's no place onboard a pirate ship for a girl in a dress!" She exclaimed, squirming again.
"Nevertheless, you should try to wear dresses more often. In case you ever have to act like a proper lady."
Elisha made a face. "I hope that never happens."
Elizabeth shook her head, grinning. "You are definately the daughter of Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow," she corrected.
~~~~~~~~~
Elisha stood on the balcony, gazing at the village. There was alot of damage done by the storm. Trees were either uprooted or caught on fire, some houses were damaged, and a few people were injured. A few houses near the sea were even flooded.
Speaking of the sea...
Elisha squinted. In the distance she saw what was apparently a ship headed for Port Royal. It's white sails were billowing in the air and it was going rather fast for a ship. Elisha didn't need a second glance to know what ship it was.
The Black Pearl.
~~~~~~~~~
"Captain! We're coming to port!" Anamaria yelled.
Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the helm, the steering wheel [A/N: Is that what it's called?] under the control of his hands. He turned it a little to the left, inspecting the buildings in the distance.
"Drop the anchor!" he ordered. He took his spy-glass and took a closer look at Port Royal. It looked exactly like it did the last time he was there, at Will and Elizabeth's wedding. He still didn't have a clue as to how he managed to escape from Norrington that time.
As he gazed at the village, he saw a few uprooted trees and damaged buildings. 'Must have been struck by the storm' he thought to himself.
As the ship slowly came to a stop, Jack started ordering people again. "Anamaria, Gibbs, you're with me. The rest o' you, stay here and try not to do anythin' stupid," he said. He, Anamaria and Gibbs lowered a rowboat and rowed ashore.
~~~~~~~~~
Elisha ran (or tried to) over to Elizabeth, who was in the study. "Elizabeth, the Black Pearl is here. She just arrived and is a good distance away from the shore."
"Already?" Elizabeth frowned. "I thought you said they were coming tomorrow."
"Aye, I did. But they're here."
"Let's go down to the blacksmith's shop and tell Will and Alex, shall we?" Elisha nodded in agreement, so off they went.
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Jack and company made their way through Port Royal. Most people were occupied with cleaning up the damage that the storm brought, so they weren't noticed.
When they arrived at the smithy, Jack turned to the others. "Why don't you go to the tavern, have yourselves a nice drink?" Anamaria and Gibbs nodded without hesitation and left.
Jack wandered up and entered. It was exactly the same as he last saw it, except there wasn't a drunken old man sleeping in a corner. The shop was entirely Will's, and he was teaching Alex the tricks of the trade.
Will was watching Alex shape the hot metal when he heard the door open and looked up. "Jack!" he exclaimed. "How are you?"
"Hullo Mr. Turner. I'm just fine." He walked up to the blacksmith and they shook hands. "How's the buisness doin'?"
"It's doing great. Jack, this is my son, Alex," he introduced. They shook hands. "Jack, what are doing here? Elisha said you were only coming tomorrow."
"Ah, so you've met my daughter, have you?" Jack said. "I hope she's not too much trouble."
"None at all," Will replied.
"Good, good," Jack said. "Anyway--"
"Dad!" a voice exclaimed from behind them. Jack turned just in time to be greeted with a hug.
"Elisha!" Jack said, returning the hug. "How are you?" Elisha pulled away from him. "And look at you, all dressed up fancy like that. You're not wearing a corset, are you?" Jack's expression darkened, but lightened again when Elisha shook her head no. "Good. 'Cause you remember what happened when we went to Singapore for your tenth birthday."
"Aye, I remember dad. What are you doin' here so soon? Were you caught in the storm? Is everythin' alright?"
"Elisha," Jack interupted her rambling. "Relax. We just missed the storm, everythin' is alright. As for why i'm here early..." Jack paused a beat before he continued. "We were plannin' on stopping at Tortuga, just as I said, when we saw somethin' that made us change our minds."
"What?" Elisha asked, frowning.
"Let's just say a ship headin' in your direction. We were ahead o' it, but not by much. 'Tis a fast ship after all. We decided to skip Tortuga and come here so we could warn you."
"Warn us about what? What ship?" Alex asked.
Jack looked at him with a strange look. "You're an impatient one, aren't you? Just like your parents."
"Jack!" Elizabeth exclaimed.
"What? It's true!"
"Dad, stay focused! What ship?"
Jack sighed. "The White Jewel."
Elisha gaped at her dad. "WHAT?"
Jack nodded. "Aye. The Jewel is comin', and it wasn't so far behind us. We got an hour or two at most before they arrive."
"But why are they coming?" Elizabeth asked, perplexed.
Jack turned his gaze onto his daughter. "You didn't tell them?"
"You said I could only tell them at the opportune moment, and I didn't know the Jewel was headin' this way!" Elisha objected.
"Well, at least you listened to me for once," Jack grumbled.
"Tell us what? Jack, what's going on?" Will asked.
Alex sighed. "Elisha has one of the necklaces of the White Jewel," he said.
"WHAT?" Will and Elizabeth exclaimed together, as they both believed in the legend.
Jack looked at Alex. "How did you know?"
"I saw it."
Jack looked at Elisha. "You showed it to him?"
"No, I was unconsious."
"Why were you unconsious?"
"Look, that's not the point!" Elisha said. "What are we gonna do?"
"We're gonna be leavin' immediately," Jack replied. "We're gonna head out to the Pearl, and I want Will and family to come along."
"Why?" Will asked, frowning.
Jack sighed. "'Cause I'll be needin' your help. Those dead crewmates will be wantin' to kill my daughter, I need your help to protect her," Jack pleaded. "I know how to get rid o' the curse without her dyin', savvy?"
"You do?" Alex said.
"Aye. And I need your help to do so." Jack looked at Will with begging eyes. "Please? As a favor?"
Will glanced at his wife and son before he reluctantly nodded. Jack brought his hands together in his traditional gesture of thanks. "Thank you," he said. He put his hand on Elisha's shoulder. "Come on, the Pearl is waitin' for us."
TBC
There's a PotC fic I really must recommend. It's called 'Bad Guys of that Warm Sea Place', written by The Noble Platypus. It's almost done *sniff* but is really worth reading and it is guaranteed to give you a laugh. Trust me! ;)