Ok. No introduction this time. Just read it.
Chapter 1- Ooo, Pirates!!
A fog lays thick upon the sea. A good day for pirates. Within moments a rather large ship with pink sails can be seen. A girl stands at the bow, quietly singing a very annoying song.
"Hit me baby one more time…" A hand descends roughly on her shoulder, and she gasps. "Oh, it's just you, Big Smelly Guy."
"The name's Gibbs, Miss Elizabeth. And you shouldn't be singing Britney Spears. It's bad luck to be singing Britney Spears."
"Why?" Elizabeth doesn't really care, but she has found that asking why gets on people's nerves.
"Because pirates don't like her. (A/N and that's why pirates are so cool!!) You don't want to bring them down on us, now do you?"
"Wow, Pirates! Will they really come if I sing Britney Spears. I sure would love to meet a Pirate." (A/N every time Elizabeth says pirate, it's capitalized. Anyone who's seen the movie should know why.)
"Think again, Miss Swann." That git, what was his name, it began with an N, and her father walk over. "Pirates are nothing but cruel, murderous, thieving, pillaging, ravaging, high-jacking, plundering, evil, looting…"
Elizabeth stops listening at this point, and turning to the water once again, sees an umbrella. Suddenly unexplainably happy, she watches it twirl by. It's only then that she notices a boy floating in the water on top of a large plastic bin. She turns back to the sailors.
"Look! There's a boy in the water! And he's floating on stuff that hasn't been invented yet!"
"Man overboard on stuff that doesn't yet exist!" A few of the sailors call. The kid is lifted onto the boat.
"He's not breathing. Throw him back over." Norrington signals to the men.
"Wait!" Elizabeth cries out. "Have you taken his corset off?" Immediately, one of the sailors takes out a hunting knife and slashes at the corset, accidentally nicking the boy's chin.
"Oops."
Once the corset is removed, the boy opens his eyes and coughs out incredible amounts of water. The sailors back up, but Elizabeth moves forward. "Are you all right? I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Swann."
"I'm Will Turner," he answers, staring at her like he's never seen a girl before. Then he faints. His hand loosens its clasp on something and she picks it up and stuffs it in her dress. Will Turner is taken below.
"How did you know to do that about the corset?"
"Oh, the same thing'll happen to me in eight years."
Her father looks confused, Norrington looks like he always does, and Gibbs mutters, "Bad luck to learn from experiences that haven't happened yet, it is."
Another sailor asks, "You didn't take anything from him, did you?"
"No!" Elizabeth exclaims.
"Oh, ok. Hey wait, yes you did! I saw you!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
The rest of the characters wander away, not caring who ends up winning.
Hours later…
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"DID NOT!!!!"
"Well, geez, you don't have to scream at me." The sailor puts a finger in his ear.
"Sorry, I just got caught up in the moment."
"Well, fine. I have to get back to work."
"Fine. Then I win."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine!" The last one, Elizabeth yells to the sailor as he's walking away. "Now he's too far away to respond. I win again."
From the other side of the boat floats over a taunt. "Fiiiiine."
Elizabeth sticks her tongue out in the direction of the fine. When she turns to the ocean, suddenly she sees another ship glide into view. It's very dark and ghost-like, with black sails, and looks like it's either very well polished or covered in glitter. "Ooo, shiny."
Suddenly the sun shines off the ship blindingly, and Elizabeth shuts her eyes against the glare. When she opens them, she is eight years older, in her bed, and realizes that she was dreaming.
Elizabeth reaches for the candle beside her bed, but knocks it over by accident. It goes out, and she reaches for the one next to it. This one she manages not to knock over. She goes to her desk and searches under all the papers until she finds what she's looking for. A necklace with a strange cartoonish skeleton on it. This was what she took from Will long ago, somehow coming to the conclusion from it (when she first took it, anyway) that he was a pirate. She quickly discovered otherwise. But that doesn't matter now, because he's a blacksmith.
A knock comes at the door. Her father calls. "Elizabeth?"
She looks around quickly. Most of the contents of her desk are strewn all over the floor. "Shit. I'm not going to be able to clean this up. Oh well, at least I can hide the necklace." She puts on a robe and stuffs the necklace down her dress.
During all this, the knocking has not ceased, and her father periodically calls, "Elizabeth, can we come in?"
She waits a few more minutes tapping her foot and glancing frequently at the clock next to her bed. Finally she replies. "Come in!"
Her father enters, wearing one of those ridiculous curly wigs and followed by two servants, one of whom carries a large box.
"Good morning, my daughter…What have you been doing in here?"
"Umm…Sleepreorganizing?"
The servant without the large box goes to the windows and draws back the curtains. It is a very bright day, and Elizabeth momentarily loses her sight. When it returns, she is horrified by what is in front of her.
"AAHHHHHHHHH oh it's just you, father."
"Yes. How nice. I brought you something." He lifts the lid off the box, revealing a very bright purple dress with a very upsetting pattern. It is covered all over with beads and metal scraps. Elizabeth lifts it out of the box and almost falls over. The dress is at least half her weight.
"Wow, father, it's so- well…um…"
"Isn't it? I knew you'd like it. I thought you'd wear it to Norrignton's promotion ceremony."
"This, to the ceremony? You mean I have to wear it in public?"
Governor Swann gave a light-hearted laugh as Elizabeth disappeared behind a partition with the two servants. They began to dress her, relacing her corset at least five times, tighter each time.
"Norrington is quite taken with you, you know," Governor Swann said.
"I know. He keeps trying to get me over to his house to show me a demonstration with his sword. But I really think he just wants to get me in bed." She gasped as the laces are drawn tighter and a loud crack is heard.
"Elizabeth? Are you all right?"
"I think I just broke a rib."
An attendant entered, backed up a few steps, knocked on the door, and approached Governor Swann. "Sir, that blacksmith is here to see you."
Downstairs, Will Turner is all grown up and looking extremely hot. He's carrying a box which looks small from the front, but he suddenly turns to the side and we all see just how long his box is. He reaches up to touch a lamp, and one of the candles breaks off. As he's placing it in a nearby umbrella stand, he loses his grip on the box and it falls, knocking the umbrella stand over. The piece of lamp tumbles out. Swearing, Will falls to his knees and starts picking it up.
"Ah, Mr. Turner," Governor Swann's voice floats down.
Will straightens quickly. "That was like that when I got here."
"Very nice. Do you have the sword I requested?"
"Yep. Here it is." Will opens the long, thin box and pulls out a very impressive sword. "Yep, that one should last for a long time. And, here, look at this." He balances the blade carefully on one finger. "Perfectly balanced." It wobbles and falls. Will catches it by the hilt before it hits the floor. "Well, it was perfectly balanced last night."
"Wonderful. Norrington should be satisfied."
At that moment, Elizabeth comes walking unsteadily down the stairs in the dress covered with beads and pieces of metal. Will, looking at the low neckline of the dress, does not seem to notice just how hideous it is. "You look beautiful."
She smiles at him. "I had a dream about you last night, about the day we met. Do you remember?"
Will makes an oh-yeah-I-remember-that face, which he loses a second later. "No."
"I also had another one the night before. We were making out on a beach."
"Elizabeth, are you sure that's entirely proper?" Governor Swann asks nervously.
"Father, they're just dreams. It's not like I had a dream that he was spanking me naked over an anvil in his shop." Remembering that dream, she drifts off with a wistful look.
"Elizabeth!" Governor Swann sighed and started out the door. "Come along."
Elizabeth lingers to talk to Will. "How are you, Will?"
"Fine. You know, I have a sword that could be yours. It's in very good condition, I've practiced with it. I polish it often, usually more than once a day. I could teach you how to use it to my- I mean, for your pleasure."
"Thank you, Will. You will have to show me this sword sometime. But right now I have to go. Good day."
He waits until she leaves. "I like when she says 'good day' to me. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside…"
The attendant clears his throat. "Mr. Blacksmith, if you wouldn't mind feeling all warm and fuzzy *out*side?"
"Of course. See you around, attendant." Will can just see the carriage down the road. He sighs. "It would be a better day if you knew what sword I meant." He starts down the road into town.
End Chapter 1
Next Chapter! That's right, you guessed it!! *Jack Sparrow* (feels warm and fuzzy inside). And he will rock us all. Oh yes.
Chapter 1- Ooo, Pirates!!
A fog lays thick upon the sea. A good day for pirates. Within moments a rather large ship with pink sails can be seen. A girl stands at the bow, quietly singing a very annoying song.
"Hit me baby one more time…" A hand descends roughly on her shoulder, and she gasps. "Oh, it's just you, Big Smelly Guy."
"The name's Gibbs, Miss Elizabeth. And you shouldn't be singing Britney Spears. It's bad luck to be singing Britney Spears."
"Why?" Elizabeth doesn't really care, but she has found that asking why gets on people's nerves.
"Because pirates don't like her. (A/N and that's why pirates are so cool!!) You don't want to bring them down on us, now do you?"
"Wow, Pirates! Will they really come if I sing Britney Spears. I sure would love to meet a Pirate." (A/N every time Elizabeth says pirate, it's capitalized. Anyone who's seen the movie should know why.)
"Think again, Miss Swann." That git, what was his name, it began with an N, and her father walk over. "Pirates are nothing but cruel, murderous, thieving, pillaging, ravaging, high-jacking, plundering, evil, looting…"
Elizabeth stops listening at this point, and turning to the water once again, sees an umbrella. Suddenly unexplainably happy, she watches it twirl by. It's only then that she notices a boy floating in the water on top of a large plastic bin. She turns back to the sailors.
"Look! There's a boy in the water! And he's floating on stuff that hasn't been invented yet!"
"Man overboard on stuff that doesn't yet exist!" A few of the sailors call. The kid is lifted onto the boat.
"He's not breathing. Throw him back over." Norrington signals to the men.
"Wait!" Elizabeth cries out. "Have you taken his corset off?" Immediately, one of the sailors takes out a hunting knife and slashes at the corset, accidentally nicking the boy's chin.
"Oops."
Once the corset is removed, the boy opens his eyes and coughs out incredible amounts of water. The sailors back up, but Elizabeth moves forward. "Are you all right? I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Swann."
"I'm Will Turner," he answers, staring at her like he's never seen a girl before. Then he faints. His hand loosens its clasp on something and she picks it up and stuffs it in her dress. Will Turner is taken below.
"How did you know to do that about the corset?"
"Oh, the same thing'll happen to me in eight years."
Her father looks confused, Norrington looks like he always does, and Gibbs mutters, "Bad luck to learn from experiences that haven't happened yet, it is."
Another sailor asks, "You didn't take anything from him, did you?"
"No!" Elizabeth exclaims.
"Oh, ok. Hey wait, yes you did! I saw you!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
The rest of the characters wander away, not caring who ends up winning.
Hours later…
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"DID NOT!!!!"
"Well, geez, you don't have to scream at me." The sailor puts a finger in his ear.
"Sorry, I just got caught up in the moment."
"Well, fine. I have to get back to work."
"Fine. Then I win."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine!" The last one, Elizabeth yells to the sailor as he's walking away. "Now he's too far away to respond. I win again."
From the other side of the boat floats over a taunt. "Fiiiiine."
Elizabeth sticks her tongue out in the direction of the fine. When she turns to the ocean, suddenly she sees another ship glide into view. It's very dark and ghost-like, with black sails, and looks like it's either very well polished or covered in glitter. "Ooo, shiny."
Suddenly the sun shines off the ship blindingly, and Elizabeth shuts her eyes against the glare. When she opens them, she is eight years older, in her bed, and realizes that she was dreaming.
Elizabeth reaches for the candle beside her bed, but knocks it over by accident. It goes out, and she reaches for the one next to it. This one she manages not to knock over. She goes to her desk and searches under all the papers until she finds what she's looking for. A necklace with a strange cartoonish skeleton on it. This was what she took from Will long ago, somehow coming to the conclusion from it (when she first took it, anyway) that he was a pirate. She quickly discovered otherwise. But that doesn't matter now, because he's a blacksmith.
A knock comes at the door. Her father calls. "Elizabeth?"
She looks around quickly. Most of the contents of her desk are strewn all over the floor. "Shit. I'm not going to be able to clean this up. Oh well, at least I can hide the necklace." She puts on a robe and stuffs the necklace down her dress.
During all this, the knocking has not ceased, and her father periodically calls, "Elizabeth, can we come in?"
She waits a few more minutes tapping her foot and glancing frequently at the clock next to her bed. Finally she replies. "Come in!"
Her father enters, wearing one of those ridiculous curly wigs and followed by two servants, one of whom carries a large box.
"Good morning, my daughter…What have you been doing in here?"
"Umm…Sleepreorganizing?"
The servant without the large box goes to the windows and draws back the curtains. It is a very bright day, and Elizabeth momentarily loses her sight. When it returns, she is horrified by what is in front of her.
"AAHHHHHHHHH oh it's just you, father."
"Yes. How nice. I brought you something." He lifts the lid off the box, revealing a very bright purple dress with a very upsetting pattern. It is covered all over with beads and metal scraps. Elizabeth lifts it out of the box and almost falls over. The dress is at least half her weight.
"Wow, father, it's so- well…um…"
"Isn't it? I knew you'd like it. I thought you'd wear it to Norrignton's promotion ceremony."
"This, to the ceremony? You mean I have to wear it in public?"
Governor Swann gave a light-hearted laugh as Elizabeth disappeared behind a partition with the two servants. They began to dress her, relacing her corset at least five times, tighter each time.
"Norrington is quite taken with you, you know," Governor Swann said.
"I know. He keeps trying to get me over to his house to show me a demonstration with his sword. But I really think he just wants to get me in bed." She gasped as the laces are drawn tighter and a loud crack is heard.
"Elizabeth? Are you all right?"
"I think I just broke a rib."
An attendant entered, backed up a few steps, knocked on the door, and approached Governor Swann. "Sir, that blacksmith is here to see you."
Downstairs, Will Turner is all grown up and looking extremely hot. He's carrying a box which looks small from the front, but he suddenly turns to the side and we all see just how long his box is. He reaches up to touch a lamp, and one of the candles breaks off. As he's placing it in a nearby umbrella stand, he loses his grip on the box and it falls, knocking the umbrella stand over. The piece of lamp tumbles out. Swearing, Will falls to his knees and starts picking it up.
"Ah, Mr. Turner," Governor Swann's voice floats down.
Will straightens quickly. "That was like that when I got here."
"Very nice. Do you have the sword I requested?"
"Yep. Here it is." Will opens the long, thin box and pulls out a very impressive sword. "Yep, that one should last for a long time. And, here, look at this." He balances the blade carefully on one finger. "Perfectly balanced." It wobbles and falls. Will catches it by the hilt before it hits the floor. "Well, it was perfectly balanced last night."
"Wonderful. Norrington should be satisfied."
At that moment, Elizabeth comes walking unsteadily down the stairs in the dress covered with beads and pieces of metal. Will, looking at the low neckline of the dress, does not seem to notice just how hideous it is. "You look beautiful."
She smiles at him. "I had a dream about you last night, about the day we met. Do you remember?"
Will makes an oh-yeah-I-remember-that face, which he loses a second later. "No."
"I also had another one the night before. We were making out on a beach."
"Elizabeth, are you sure that's entirely proper?" Governor Swann asks nervously.
"Father, they're just dreams. It's not like I had a dream that he was spanking me naked over an anvil in his shop." Remembering that dream, she drifts off with a wistful look.
"Elizabeth!" Governor Swann sighed and started out the door. "Come along."
Elizabeth lingers to talk to Will. "How are you, Will?"
"Fine. You know, I have a sword that could be yours. It's in very good condition, I've practiced with it. I polish it often, usually more than once a day. I could teach you how to use it to my- I mean, for your pleasure."
"Thank you, Will. You will have to show me this sword sometime. But right now I have to go. Good day."
He waits until she leaves. "I like when she says 'good day' to me. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside…"
The attendant clears his throat. "Mr. Blacksmith, if you wouldn't mind feeling all warm and fuzzy *out*side?"
"Of course. See you around, attendant." Will can just see the carriage down the road. He sighs. "It would be a better day if you knew what sword I meant." He starts down the road into town.
End Chapter 1
Next Chapter! That's right, you guessed it!! *Jack Sparrow* (feels warm and fuzzy inside). And he will rock us all. Oh yes.