*DISCLAIMER* - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, or any of the characters which appear both in the story and the original film. I do, however, own any and all characters which I may insert into this story and that were not in the "real" one, so no pinchin', theivin' or otherwise using them without saying please. All Characters from the original PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN are owned by the film company which produced it (?disney?).
, ... Not sure if this sentance makes it sound like Will plans to do more with the Parrot than he actually does. Any suggestions for replacement, please let me no - THANKS!
Chapter 1 - Untitled [ for now...]
Will was woken by the sunlight flooding into the room through the open doors which lead onto the veranda outside. He sighed, and burried his head beneath the pillows in a feeble attempt to block out the golden rays. He lay still, listening to the birds flying over-head, the servants making their preperations for breakfast in the kitchen below, and the distant singing from the plantations across the island. A parrot landed on the veranda's wooden handrail, and it's cry was enough to wake Will once more. He emerged from beneath the pillow and glanced at Elizabeth. ,The parrot had not disturbed his wife's sleep, and he did not intend to let it.
Will swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat for a minute, letting his eyes adjust to being used. Finally, he stood and crossed the room, the sunlight dancing over his naked body as he moved. He stepped our onto the veranda, and waved the parrot away. Will followed it's flight with his eyes as it flew over the extensive, palm-filled garden of the governor's house. He watched as it flew down the hillside and into the town below. He watched as it soared up over the masts of the ships in the bay, and he watched as it came to rest at the fort above.
Someone passed by the other side of the bedroon door. Will suddenly became concious of the servants who often came to attend Elizabeth. He retrieved his clothes from the bedroom, then returned to the veranda to dress. He pulled on his shirt and breeches, and returned watching the bay. The hot sun made the caribbean waters glow a radiant blue, and for awhile, he stood watching the early risers wandering through the streets and along the water-front. He smiled when he saw his own ship, The Gold Lady, resting tall and defiant in the dock. He surveyed the hill to his left, and admired the house that he hoped to buy for himself and Elizebeth. It's imposing gates were visible, but most of the house was hidden behind palms. All Will could see of the house was a small corner of the west wing, White washed and wood. He smiled. One day... one day, but not yet. Will's eyes wandered slowly back down the hill and towards the ships in the harbour. One ship slightly out in the bay caught his eye. He stopped and squinted into the bay. Yes, he was sure of it, it was The Pearl.
Argh, not sure if it's anygood, just kinda typed as I thought. Let me know if I should carry on...